What about this? I made some changes.
Had only she and Richard survived?
With the wind howling, dust shifting, debris flying, she could barely make out his form. Richard was caught in the devastation of nature’s rage. Grasping onto a tree, she knew she was screaming, but no sound could be heard against the tumultuous chaos surrounding them.
Richard, yanked back and forth by the wind, his body, rocking violently from the tiny pieces of rubble relentlessly smashing into him.
They were only just beginning to regain consciousness from their drug induced slumber, and now they had to contend with this.
Last edited by Williamlk; 08-31-2010 at 11:09 AM.
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